Well, my wife's car won't run. It'll start, but then it dies immediately. According to the gauge, the gas tank is just under half full. No idea what the problem is, because I'm mechanically reclined. Don't have the money for this right now, which of course, is when these things happen. Guess we'll be making do with one car for awhile.

The bonus discs on this Flair shoot continue to be so bizarre. Flair is now complaining how if wanted to walk down the street naked, he'd be arrested, but if he was gay, it'd be celebrated. Or something.

Last night, I worked for the first time with the new deputy night editor, who felt the need to make an hour's worth of "new guy" jokes at me. Which would be fine, if it wasn't for the fact that I've been there now for two months.

Plus, he's an Asian guy with long hair who talks like Chris Kattan as Jed Mosely in the Wedding Bride on How I Met Your Mother. And he NEVER shuts up.

Eh. I get a little squishy about a lot of those clips. Kind of like the reason I generally don't enjoy Seinfeld; that show often made me feel uncomfortable because the characters were so fucking stupid.

So would putting the title on Ambrose and then having MiTB winner Reigns turn on him actually work? I mean, it sounds good, but will it actually work when you still have the Authority hovering around? I'm just wondering how Reigns as a non-Authority heel would play in HHH and Steph's World.

Just start utilizing a thousand-yard stare whenever he starts yakking. If done right, it will unnerve him and he'll leave you alone. Of course, he might also think you're hitting on him, but those are the breaks.

Friend of mine was an an indie show in NYC last night. Samoa Joe was there. Friend was taking a piss when Joe came in and went to the urinal next to him. Said nothing weird happened and Joe does wash his hands. Apologies to anyone who thought this was going to be an interesting tale.

So for the first time this season I am intentionally benching David Ortiz on my fantasy team. I was conflicted, thinking that each game was going to be the game where he breaks out, but it looks like he's on his last legs.

Also, while everyone was sleeping, I snagged Joe Ross who looks good in his debut today with the Nationals. I won't get his stats until his next start, but I'm on he look out for all the pitching I can get.

It's different, obviously. Wrestling at its best is fucking amazing and inspirational. I never, ever got that from Seinfeld on any level. Granted, one has to wade through a lot of crap to get to moments like the main event at WM30 or WM6, or Punk's pipe bomb, Savage Steamboat at WM3, etc.

With Seinfeld, it wasn't just the characters. The situations often made me change the channel.

Also, it's my taste. I will like or dislike whatever I choose for my own reasons. Your approval, or that of anyone, really, is not required.

Watching 30 Rock again has been a revelation. Tina Fey knew what was up at NBC and was telling the world if people had just paid attention: Bill Cosby is a sex criminal, Brian Williams is a goof, nobody likes Ann Curry, etc.

The local Taco Bell has gotten bad lately. They used to be consistently solid, and are the only thing open after 11p. The last few times my wife has gone after work, they have fucked up and taken waaaay too long.

I guess it depends on what your goal is. For example, if I was on the road, spending the night in a cheap motel and heading out in the morning, I'd probably go for a known chain. However, if I was on vacation somewhere new, getting a taste of local cuisine is part of the experience.

My wedding was solid. I wore jeans, told everyone to dress casually, we had bbq chicken and ribs and a bunch of great sides at a place we chose largely for the food, and we had two ice cream cakes, because...well, me.

Watching Survivor Series 2000, and something struck me about the 2000-01 HHH run: he wasn't a cowardly heel. The only time he ever showed any fear was the Cactus Jack reveal. Also, "My Time" is much better as an instrumental.

Touched on it last night at the end of the late night thread, but I'll reiterate it; "Spy" was a four-snowflake movie. That was pretty fucking hilarious and yeah, the trailers definitely did not do it justice. McCarthy was great; I liked they didn't make her do the usual Chris Farley schtick or make her the "accidental" bumbling spy; they make her a really likable character who's surprisingly good at being a spy and that offered a lot more funnier scenarios than the exhausted aforementioned character types (she has a pretty nifty fight scene involving a frying pan that leads to some good Jackie Chan-ish gags).

Whole cast was great: Jason Statham did his best job in ages, was even better here than his much-hyped-but-kinda-underused Furious 7 job, he's rrally fucking funny ("I got an idea; I go into the Face/Off machine..."). Alison Janney, Peter Seranoficz(?), Rose Byrne, everyone just crushes it.

It actually reminded me of the Jump St where it winks and subverts a lot of action-comedy without outright spoofing it, and rely a lot more of great lines ("I'm the one who's gonna cut your dick off and super glue it to your forehead, make you look like a limp-dick unicorn!") than slapstick. Seriously, you'll laugh your ass off, if you need a damn good comedy, strongly recommended.

Yeah, it was ruined by the 2002 face run with its terrible Jericho feud, then his Ric Flair impersonation phase with its terrible opponents. After HBK, it was Steiner, then Nash, then he ruined Goldberg instead of sitting out that Elimination Chamber match instead of bowing out with an injury and vacating the belt.

So how is this Sepp Blatter thing playing elsewhere? Here in 'Murica, they're basically painting him as the Dutch version of Boss Hogg, just wheeling and dealing and possibly trying to catch them Duke boys.